The Butterfly Chain Effect

We often ask ourselves about what would a chain reaction be like and how important can one be within our community and ourselves. Little do many know that you actually play an important role in this world. Regardless of how big or small, a lot or a little... every human is placed in this world for a purpose. You may be a small kindergarten teacher in a tiny town somewhere in Asia but may affect a little boy in Somalia or Nigeria. That's what it means. Don't ever think that anyone is world's apart.

Here's a good article of how a suicide (selflessly) can affect an entire town:

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried… your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mum got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care. Yes, I definitely care. ♥

Twilight: A touching piece of honest words from one's heart

My lil sister has grown up so much that she wrote a touching wall post to her bf and made me shed tears as i smiled away (~=

I was so truly inspired by that, that I felt I should immediately pen down some lyrics and started hymning to some tunes to match the moment. I decided to call it (this piece): Twilight. Here's what Twilight's story was about... What my lil sis wrote to touch my heart:

Charmaine Teh

22 hours ago · 
Edward

time really flies when i'm with you. i never expected to find someone who has so many things in common with; we like the same kind of songs, enjoy the same kind of movies, supporting the same football club and the list goes on. being w

ith you, makes me feel comfortable and i'm able to be myself around you. i don't have to pretend to be someone else or try to impress you. no one else can give me the feeling like you do. you've seen my worst side(i think) and my weaknesses, but you accept and love me for who i am. i want you to know that, i also accept and love you for who you are despite your weaknesses as i've learned to look past the imperfections and to embrace it, and to bring out the best in you. thank you for all the things you've done for me and i really treasure all the moments spent with you.

"there aren't many people that you just ‘click’ with, and when you find those people, you don’t just let them go."
- i've found mine, and it's you baby. i'm never letting you go.

happy 4th month anniversary, baby and still counting! you're the best bf in the world. i love you. *hugs* ♥ (:

A dialogue that even Wikileaks wouldn’t reveal

An interesting article came about when I was reading the news and saw this. Good for sharing and I must say, this guy has quite an imagination. Here's the creativity:

BANGKOK: The following conversation among three world-class crim ... er ... political victims is imaginary. I do believe, however, that if you put Thaksin Shinawatra, Viktor Bout (serving time in the US after being convicted of arms smuggling) and Julian Assange in one chat room and ask them to be sincere and straightforward, the dialogue wouldn’t differ much from this.


Viktor Bout: Just tell me how the hell did you do it?


Thaksin Shinawatra: Do what?


Julian Assange: He’s screwed; I’m all but; while you are gyrating from coast to coast like a ballet dancer.


TS: I see. Do you want to know my secret? First you need a good lawyer.


VB: Are you saying my money plus the political influence of the Kremlin have been misspent, and my legal assistance couldn’t match that provided by that Canadian hotshot of yours?


TS: Well, here I am, and there you are.


JA: I believe you. Tell me what else I need.


TS: You need to champion democracy.


JA: Are you kidding? If Wikileaks is not about democracy, I don’t know what is.


TS: You stole classified information and publicised it, and hid behind democracy in the process. They found you out, my friend.


JA: You mean, if I stole taxpayers’ money and used democracy as a shield, they wouldn’t find me out?


TS: I guess so, but on condition that you be extremely careful about what you do in hotel rooms.


JA: I can’t believe you also believe that rape nonsense. They set me up!


TS: Everyone says he’s been set up.


VB: Yeah yeah.


TS: What is that supposed to mean?


VB: I meant, yeah yeah, nobody set you up.


TS: I hate your sarcastic tone. Of course, nobody set me up. Nobody came to me wielding a land deed and asked if I wanted to buy that piece of property. I bought it, all right. I admit it like a man. But while they did not set me up, they persecuted me. They victimised a good man just because they envied his popularity.


JA: I think I’m a good man, too, although I don’t have as much money as you do to cement that status. And globally, it’s safe to say I’m more popular than you.


VB: True. I googled “Julian Assange” and got 26 million entries. “Thaksin Shinawatra” only got 2.6 million.


TS: Julian, how many of your so-called supporters or sympathisers are willing to face bullets on your behalf?


JA: Umm … I could organise something like that if I wanted to. But I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if someone had to die so that I could become a free man.


TS: That’s your very problem. You aren’t looking at the big picture. There’s always a price for everything noble. And while you believe in the power of information, you don’t seem to believe in the power of the people.


JA: Are you suggesting I should organise a blockade of London streets until they remove the rape charges in Sweden?


TS: If you can do it, yeah.


VB: What about me? If I need to block roads, where should I do it? I mean, in which country?


TS: Well, let me think. You have to do it where injustice occurred. That rules out Russia, whose government tried its best to protect you. That leaves Thailand and the US. You can choose one of them, or do it in both places. Thai roads are easier to block, though.


VB: I’m wracking my brain here. My government has never charged me, but America stopped at nothing in trying to pluck me from Thailand and throw me in jail. You were charged and even convicted in your country, but you are roaming American states in a limousine.


TS: If you are hinting at hypocrisy, all I can say is there’s a good reason why American Standard is a universally known brand, whereas nobody has ever heard of Russian Standard. America is very fair to me. And so is England. They must have concluded that my so-called crime is in fact political.


VB: Well, just to make sure, if I do follow you. America thinks a Thai court convicting you is political, and it also thinks a Russian court not even charging me is a travesty?


TS: From the look of it, yeah.


JA: I also want to get this straight. England thinks the criminal case against you is political, so it embraces you. This means England must have assumed that the rape thing is not political, right? But if England is in fact being political in going after me, what does that say to England virtually rebuking those having a political agenda against you?


VB: I’m getting a bit confused.


JA: Surely me too. And British Standard is as unheard of as Russian Standard. Which standard is being applied to me here?


TS: Making people confused could be the ultimate idea. If you baffle them to the point where they no longer know what’s right or wrong, most of the time you’ll benefit.


JA: You’re asking me to abandon my core principle. My philosophy is “No secrets. No confusion. People have an equal right to every piece of information.”


TS: That’s why they are calling you a terrorist, pal. A bit of a blur and you can be like me – a democracy hero riding in a limousine, flying in a private jet and dining with Henry Kissinger.

10 Things Your Flight Attendant Won't Tell You

By Amanda Greene

When JetBlue flight attendant Steven Slater lashed out at a passenger and made a dramatic exit down the aircraft's emergency slide, people were left to wonder what put him over the edge. Sure, every job is stressful, but does being a flight attendant come with a unique share of annoyances? We talked to flight attendants around the world to learn what goes on behind the scenes, what pushes their buttons and what passengers can do to make their jobs easier.

10 Things Your Flight Attendant Won't Tell You

1. We don't give orders just to hear our own voice.
Getting you to your destination safely is the number-one priority of flight attendants. "People find rules annoying but they don't understand that there's a reason behind every rule-which is to keep you safe," says Sara Keagle, who's been a flight attendant for 18 years and blogs about it at TheFlyingPinto.com. Ellen,* a former flight attendant for United Airlines, wishes "that passengers would understand that we're required by the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) to ensure safety at all times. We've seen what can happen when a flight hits unexpected turbulence, so we need you to sit down so that you don't hurt yourself."

2. We don't enjoy delayed flights any more than you do.
Sitting on the tarmac is stressful for passengers and flight attendants alike. "We're usually on the plane an hour before the passengers to prepare for the flight, plus we've been at the airport for a few hours before that," says Fanny Delaunay, a former flight attendant for Air France. And if you're tired, multiply that by three to understand how tired your flight attendant is. "It's likely that we're on the third or fourth day of a multiday trip. We're tired and want to see our families too," says Ellen.

3. Give each other a hand during boarding.
According to Teresa,* a former flight attendant with Delta Air Lines, the hardest part of a flight is boarding, because properly stowing baggage can be tricky. "If passengers worked together and stopped only thinking about themselves it would make our job a lot easier, as well as help the flight get out on time." So be considerate of other passengers by leaving them some space when you place your suitcase in the overhead bin, and assist someone who's struggling to stow their suitcase.

4. An airplane is a mode of transportation, not a flying restaurant.
Keep in mind that the main function of flying is not to provide you with a fine dining experience. According to Ellen, "we usually don't board 100 percent of any one food option, so passengers should be prepared not to get their first choice." As Gary, a flight attendant with United Airlines, puts it, "You're on board a 747, not a 7-Eleven. We will do everything we can to make your flight enjoyable, but sometimes we just don't have everything that you want."

Learn about 10 things your waiter wishes he could tell you.

5. A simple "please" and "thank you" goes a long way.
As do good manners. "It meant the most to me when people would say 'good morning' in return as I greeted them when they got on the plane," says flight attendant Lisa Lent. According to Teresa, sometimes passengers would bring the crew little gifts, like candy. "We also loved it when someone would offer us their magazine after they were through with it. It's always those little things that made a big difference."

6. Many passengers don't realize how much more drunk they get at 35,000 feet.
"Due to the high altitude, alcohol is more powerful when you're on a flight," says Fanny. If you're noticeably drunk or getting unruly, it's the flight attendant's responsibility to control the situation. "Sometimes if we think you've had too much to drink we'll serve you, but not serve the whole mini-bottle of booze," confesses Ellen. "We may just dip the rim of the glass in enough vodka or gin and fill the rest with mixer."

7. And serving you those drinks is not the primary reason we're on board.
Flight attendants are there to ensure your safety, not cater to your every need. They go through rigorous training, including medical emergency training, CPR and training to evacuate an aircraft. "Because-fortunately-most flights do not encounter safety problems, some people believe that we're just luggage handlers and beverage servers, and don't recognize that flight attendants are highly trained for the safety and comfort of the passengers," says Agnes Huff, PhD, a former flight attendant for US Airways and Pacific Southwest Airlines. Sara explains that because the pilots can't see the back of the aircraft, flight attendants are depended upon to be the eyes and ears at the back of the plane. It's up to them to be aware of what's going on with the aircraft and alert the pilot to any emergency situations.

8. We're a very tight bunch.
Despite sometimes having met only minutes earlier, "once the crew is on board for a flight, something miraculous happens," says Gary. "We suddenly become one another's best friends, as if we've known one another for years. I guess the trust comes from knowing that we really do have one another's back in an emergency." According to him, the most intimate conversations take place during taxi, takeoff and landing. Those bonding moments are referred to as "jump seat news."

9. We wish you'd time your bathroom trips better.
Disregarding the "fasten seatbelt" sign and jumping up to visit the lavatory whenever you need to can add to delays. "There's a sequence to taxiing and getting in line for takeoff," says Sara. "If somebody gets up to use the restroom, we have to tell the cockpit, and they have to stop the plane and wait until the person is back in his or her seat and buckled up. During that time we could lose our spot in line." Plus, says Ellen: "Moving the 300-pound drink cart back to the galley against gravity after you've pulled it all the way to the front because one passenger needs to use the restroom is the most annoying thing ever."

10. Meeting passengers can be the best part about being a flight attendant.
"One of my favorite parts of the job was having meaningful conversations with interesting people," says Fanny. "Maybe it's an underlying fear of flying, or just the magic of being in the air, but people tend to open up and talk about themselves a lot. You can learn so much."

*Names have been changed.

Original article appeared on WomansDay.com. 

Joke: how some entities handle their problems

Am sharing this not becos i am anti-gov't or pro any political party but because, it's simply a joke by someone. laugh or don't read on!

I hear a comedy yesterday.

They made a challenge and asked which police force is the most efficient in the world. Malaysia, China or US to catch the rabbit in the jungle. So they throw the rabbit into the jungle.

US took a swat team, satellite tracking and took 3 days to find the rabbit. It cost them 60 million.

China send in 1 million soldiers, line up together and walk across the jungle. Found the rabbit after 3 months. Cost nothing.

Malaysia send it two fat police inspector only. 45 minutes later they come out with a BEAR in handcuffs. The BEAR is so badly beaten and kept saying "I am a rabbit, I am a rabbit".

Patience is a Virtue, a Golden Gift & always rewards

Having to admit that I'm not a very, very, very patient person is something which is hard to come out of my mouth. I may try to be patient, I may try to keep my cool and I've done lots of methods to control my patience or even used anger management methods like meditation, taking deep breaths and so on.

What I've learnt today is that, expectations sometimes may differ and come in very odd places/times. An article that I'm sharing today reminds me (yeah, often I need reminding...) is about holding your patience and it will in turn, reward you. ALWAYS. Trust me, patience is really a virtue, a golden gift and it definitely rewards you either now or the near future.

A sweet lesson on patience. 

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'

'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Chapter 27: How to Forget the Boy You Loved

Have seen a few cases lately and received a fan mail or two that talks about it. Having not written for quite some time already, I decided to publish this chapter to help them both. Guys, do remember that, this article can also be practiced somewhat to help you move on. It's vice versa to be exact.


Forgetting love may be hard but sometimes things happen. Try forgetting him. Its just a waste of time loving someone that does not loves you. Be smart be confident.


Steps


1. Try distracting yourself. Play games and change your daily activities.

2. Meet people and find other boys that suits you. Firstly, it could be hard but it's worth it

3. Never think about the boy you loved. Remember to be strong.share your loneliness with a friend, siblings or classmates.

4. Never give up. Understand the purpose of you forgetting him and you will automatically realise how nonsensical you've been by loving the boy who did not love you.

Tips

• Feel good about yourself always. Don't ever feel down or sad.always remember that its never your fault.
• Remember to accept the truth that the one you have loved will never be yours.
• Think that being in love with someone will not always have a happy ending like you see in the fairy tales.
• Be positive and if you can think that many will be more deserving for your love.

Warnings

• You may not succeed at first but continuous effort will definitely bear fruits.

Faith - something to believe in

I've seen this email a couple of times and I even use this example a dozen times too. But I've never had the chance to share it.

Today, since it re-appeared again, I think it's a hint to tell me I should share it before I missed it again.

This is an article about Faith and it's all about something to believe in and not argued about:

Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?

Student : Absolutely, sir.

Professor : Is GOD good ?

Student : Sure.

Professor: Is GOD all powerful ?

Student : Yes.

Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?

(Student was silent.)

Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Is satan good ?

Student : No.

Professor: Where does satan come from ?

Student : From … GOD …

Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?

Student : Yes.

Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?

Student : Yes.

Professor: So who created evil ?

(Student did not answer.)

Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?

Student : Yes, sir.

Professor: So, who created them ?

(Student had no answer.)

Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?

Student : No, sir.

Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?

Student : No , sir.

Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?

Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.

Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?

Student : Yes.

Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?

Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.

Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.

Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?

Professor: Yes.

Student : And is there such a thing as cold?

Professor: Yes.

Student : No, sir. There isn’t.

(The lecture theatre became very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.

(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)

Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?

Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?

Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?

Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man ?

Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.

Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?

Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.

Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)

Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?

(The class was in uproar.)

Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?

(The class broke out into laughter. )

Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)

Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.

Student : That is it sir … Exactly ! The link between man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.

P.S.

I believe you have enjoyed the conversation. And if so, you’ll probably want your friends / colleagues to enjoy the same, won’t you?

Forward this to increase their knowledge … or FAITH.

Texts From My Dog

Ever wonder what it's like if your dog could text you? Well, here's some fun stuff that I don't mind my Dog conversing with me if he could.

Happy Easter & TGIGF!

Less than an hour ago, I went back to the scene where the incident that shook me for 24hours and made me mourn in respect for a cat.

When I went back there to pay my final respects, it was not there anymore. Earlier on, I had a thought and made a prayer out to the cat as well. Now, my prayers were answered and it is now brought home to the maker of this universe.

My loved ones had been texting me day in day out for the past 24hrs and I have been warmly comforted by each and every one of them. Even my cousins, near and far had consoled me to squeak a giggle.

To quote some of them, (it's kinda true to what they said & makes sense too), a cat has 9 lives and when they reached their 9th one, they just tend to commit suicide and run out of the road and get banged. Now I know what Sean Kingston meant when he sang that it was "Suicidal, Suicidal..."

Baby cheered me up the most. So kudos to you and thanks for your care.

Anyway, what made me really moved on after mourning for 24hrs is the fact that this incident happened on the 1st hour of Good Friday. Now, most of us had already learnt that Jesus sacrificed his life to be crucified on a cross to carry our sins away and then he rose up on the Sunday to which, christians would celebrate it as Easter Sunday.

I believe that the cat, un-intentionally, just as the lady who first banged it and incidentally caused it to be ran over by me too, had forgave and carried our sins along to heaven to meet our Creator. Letting us start anew, the cat sacrificed itself to lift up our burdens and I believe that now it's not there anymore is also a sign for it's own "rising" too.

With that, I had to say, TGIGF... Thank God, It's Good Friday. So, Happy Easter holidays to everyone.

The day I turned into a sinned killer

As I'm writing this, I'm still shaken by the thought of what I've just did.

I was on my way home, moments ago. About to reach and was traveling about 60kmph as my stretch of road is often a place for speed trap/road blocks. So, I obviously, I wouldn't be speeding.

There as a Toyota VIOS in front of me and I was at least 2 cars away from her. All of a sudden, the VIOS hit the emergency brake and smoke came out of the tyres. I too, had to brake. The shocking part was not the braking because I had enough good reflexes to handle it.

Out of a sudden, a white thing flew towards my car as I was in the midst of the brake and it happened so fast, I can't even recall what exactly happened or what it is. I was about 5 feet away from the VIOS and I knew in my head that we (VIOS and I) might have hit something.

We pulled aside and came down. As I approached the VIOS, a lady driver was pretty stunned (maybe cause she might have thought I was gonna come down and scold her for the emergency brake or something). I asked if she was ok and she tried to explain. Without hesitation, I ran towards the poor thing and there it was, a motionless cat with the eyes still opened. She apologized but I told her it's partly my fault too.

I moved the cat to the side of the road as she is still shaken by the impact. After examining the cat, I just concurred that there was nothing we could do for it but pray. There was no blood or any open wounds. By touching, I had to rely on my background knowledge to say it's suffered internal injuries and with the pupils dilated and motionless symptoms, It had to be dead on impact.

The lady asked if I was a vet and I told her, nope. But it's pretty obvious we could do no more with a motionless cat and eyes and mouth (kinda) wide open. She then asked if I mind to move it over there (a nearby more comfortable grass area) and so I obliged to rest the cat under a tree in a sleeping position.

I told the lady that it's the only thing we could possibly do for now and checked with her if she is still alright. She gave me a positive reply and said that she's just sadden by the incident. I told her that I'm also guilty as well because I am also involved in the taking away of the life of that incidental cat too. But there was nothing we could do. (Note to reader: You know what I meant. Act of God, kind of stuff)

We got back to our cars and just before I reached mine, she just checked with me. Yup, I still know what's my name, thank you... errr... (don't be surprised, I didn't ask her name back. I was still heart broken by the fact that I became a second degree killer and gave the animal activist another reason to hate me.)

So, we parted ways and 3mins later, I was washing my hand with antiseptic etc. Then, the urge to write this note to self and remember the cat forever in my life.

Dear Cat, I'm so sorry that I hit you out of incidental and I didn't mean it. I feel guilty and wished I could get the SPCA or something to save you but our actions have had its consequences. I will always remember this wrong doing I did and admit that I had sinned regardless that I'm the 2nd degree killer or not. I can only pray for your soul to rest in peace. With Love.

Stop Racism

A reminder to take a step an contribute towards stopping racism.

Came across something today and it reminded me to promote stopping racism. So, I'm gonna share this today:

This happened on TAM airlines.

A 50-something year old white woman arrived at her seat and saw that the passenger next to her was a black man.

Visibly furious, she called the air hostess.

"What's the problem, ma?" the hostess asked her

"Can't you see?" the lady said - "I was given a seat next to a black man. I can't seat here next to him. You have to change my seat"

- "Please, calm down, ma" - said the hostess
"Unfortunately, all the seats are occupied, but I'm still going to check if we have any."

The hostess left and returned some minutes later.

"Madam, as I told you, there isn't any empty seat in this class- economy class.
But I spoke to the captain and he confirmed that there isn't any empty seats in the economy class. We only have seats in the first class."

And before the woman said anything, the hostess continued

"Look, it is unusual for our company to allow a passenger from the economy class change to the first class.
However, given the circumstances, the commandant thinks that it would be a scandal to make a passenger travel sat next to an unpleasant person."

And turning to the black man, the hostess said:

"Which means, Sir, if you would be so nice to pack your handbag, we have reserved you a seat in the first class..."

And all the passengers nearby, who were shocked to see the scene started applauding, some standing on their feet."

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